The star we live on follows a regular course; but the men who live on it form their behavior in an arbitrary way. Now they want one thing and tomorrow they will want another. Today they despise what they sought yesterday. Some love, others hate; some give, others take; and tomorrow it will all be different. Despite its regularity, this world is a confused sphere of arbitrary things.
Quetzalcoatl, 1965 José López Portillo was an unknown 45-year-old government official and author when he wrote his mystical novelette about the god Quetzalcoatl, who figures...
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